My wife dropped me off at the hospital for some tests. I was a bit leery. As I had never had anything but bad experiences with medical people.

I walked in and went into the admissions office. It was very dim. As if lightbulbs had not been replaced by the janitor in awhile. The cheery little nurse was a cute thing. About 49 or 50. Couldn’t have been more than 5 feet tall. Shoulder length dark hair that curled under in a page boy, wavy.

Bright red lips. A pretty mouth. Gosh I wish I could just come here to have her put that pretty mouth on me instead of getting tortured with exams.

She had the most beautiful, expressive brown eyes. I wanted to hold her in my arms, have her shut her eyes, and kiss each lid over and over. Her lashes were super long, and real. Her eyes darted here and there, watching patients. I could see she was a smart gal. I tried to imagine her as a child and wondered if she was the kind that was always into mischief. (more…)

I was in hospital for a back complaint - nothing serious but something that required physiotherapy, and some pain-killing injections.

It wasn’t long before I began to suspect that one or two of the nurses were not lust simply treating me for my back, although at first I could not be sure and did not like to risk raising the matter with the physician or house doctor.

It was about the third day that it seemed to me that something a little out of the ordinary was happening to me at their hands.

Let me first, however, describe the nurses in question.

One of them stood out for she wore large round-rimmed glasses. She was tall, dark and not the sort to suffer fools gladly. Her colleague was fair, always wore the full nurse’s uniform, but with an extremely short skirt that showed everything. The tall, dark one turned out to be a Sister, while the other was a nurse. Their names - later found out - were Sister Henderson and Nurse Jorgensen. (more…)

About two years ago I had to be taken to the hospital emergency room because of an excruciating pain in my lower right side. It was sometime after midnight when I arrived and the emergency room was deserted so I was taken to an examination area almost immediately. A pretty Filipino nurse who appeared to be in her early thirties instructed me to undress and put on the hospital gown. She was about five feet three to four inches tall, long black hair, olive skin, slim, with small hips, and small perky breasts.

After a few minutes she came in and began questioning me about my symptoms. She took my blood pressure and then instructed me to lie on my stomach so she could take my temperature rectally. This is the policy at this particular hospital. I rolled over in anticipation. I felt her spread by butt cheeks apart and slowly insert a small cold thermometer in my butthole. She then held the thermometer in place for the next few minutes. I had a raging hard-on in spite of the pain in my side. After a couple of minutes or so, she removed the thermometer and told me to roll over onto my back so she could use her stethoscope to listen to my heart, lungs, stomach and intestines. This was quite embarrassing since my throbbing boner was immediately obvious to her, but she said nothing about it. (more…)

I’m a 20 year old Norwegian woman. I want to tell you of the experience that led me to the thrill and enjoyment of being an enema addict.

I remember it so well, my first experience with the pleasure of receiving a hot enema.

I was only eighteen years old, and had just had an accident on the downhill ski slopes. I was not feeling good at all. It had been a few days since the fall and I realized that I had to go see the doctor to have my leg examined. It was swollen and very painful. I called the hospital, and they asked me to come and see him the next morning. I was relieved that he was going to help me take the pain away.

My parents were away at work Since they did not think that the leg was badly injured, they said I could see the doctor by myself.

That morning I went into the bathroom and took a long, hot bath. It felt really good to be laying in the tub, feeling the hot water all over my body. I felt quite relaxed when I stood up from the tub and rubbed myself dry. (more…)

I awoke in the hospital and found myself unable to move.  A throbbing pain in my head and a general ache all over my body made my coming of consciousness a relatively miserable experience.  The truck I had been driving had hit a mine and I had been thrown from the vehicle.  I guess I was lucky to be alive, but I sure felt closer to death the more I came out of it.

I started to gingerly explore my surroundings and found the nurses call button, which had been placed near my hand, and pushed the signal.  As I continued to look around my surroundings I could see several I.V. bags hanging over my head as I lay flat on my back.  I had a strange feeling in my penis that was really uncomfortable that was rapidly focusing my attention when the nurse walked in.

She was an young, beautiful woman, about the age of 24, who stood about 5′5″ and had a very well proportioned body.  As she entered the room she welcomed back to the world of the living and went on to explain that the reason I couldn’t move was that I had suffered a back injury and was in traction.  I learned that her name was Sue and she would be one of the nurses caring for me during my recovery.  She quickly reassured me that I would get better and that after a brief period of rehab, I would be up and walking around in no time.  I had also received a nasty knock to the head, which was responsible for my loss of consciousness, but that too would quickly heal.

I squirmed a bit when she asked if I was uncomfortable.  Before I had a chance to fully answer she had pulled down the sheets and pulled up the hospital bed gown I was wearing to over my waist.  She explained that they had inserted a catheter into me and she without hesitation took hold of penis and rearranged it so the tube was pulling so much.  I blushed as she did this, but she only went about her business and gave me a silly little smile. (more…)

I arrived at the clinic in the afternoon, as scheduled, and the receptionist again took my name.  Shortly Salle greeted me with her dynamite smile and I followed her back to the treatment room.  She handed me the gown and sheet.” How are you feeling today, John?” ‘Much, much better.” I responded “That full feeling has eased up.” I sat down on the end of the treatment table.  ‘Umm we are going to do some different things today, I think.  So.. we will have you lie on your side and tuck one knee up We call this the Simms position.’ Salle placed an extra pillow under my hip and another under my head.  Then she draped my lower body to expose my buttocks.  Bridget entered and asked how I was feeling.  ‘We will do an examination of your rectum to see how it looksOK?” I nodded.  Salle wheeled over the surgical tray.  She took the cover off and revealed a number of speculums, anal scope and sigmoidscope.  Salle brought a carafe of hot water to the tray and Bridget placed a retractor speculum in the water.  Bridget lubricated her finger.  With her other hand she reached between my legs and grasped my penis.  She gave it an exploratory tweak.  “No giant erection today.  Umm? we got it all yesterday?’ I laughed weakly.  ” Yes, that did it pretty well.” Her hand caressed my testicles.  ‘Are these sore?” ‘Tender perhaps.” I said. (more…)

I was a 27 year old divorcee and the mother of a 3 year old. I was an LPN, working at the hospital during the day and going to school at night to become a Nurse Practitioner. My mother took care of my son most of the time and I hated it. I was his mother — I should be doing it. But there was no time. Some day, tho …

Bruce was a 40 year old corporate lawyer in the last throes of a messy divorce. Between his job and his soon-to-be-ex-wife, he was having major gastro problems and was in the hospital for tests. He had enough money to afford a private room. He was undergoing a complete GI series, among other things, and he wasn’t happy about it.

The day we met wasn’t a particularly good one for either of us, and it comes back vividly. I had been up most of the night with a sick child and had been studying for a test. Bruce had been poked and prodded so much that he was heartily sick of the whole mess. However, that day he was scheduled for a barium enema so he had to be good and clean, at least on the inside. I had the dubious pleasure of prepping him.

I rolled my cart, with the enema equipment on it, and a stand into the room, gave him my brightest smile and introduced myself. His response? “Get the hell out.”

My smile froze. “Something wrong?” (more…)

Michelle Brown was 34 years old and had been a nurse at the Lexington Sports Medical Clinic for almost two years. One of the best medical facilities of its kind, it often played host to a variety of professional, college, and weekend athletes. The usual injuries ran from a bad sprain or compound fracture to a totally destroyed knee.

Most of the patients were male, and were usually very young. Every day the halls were filled with men whose bodies had been molded to physical perfection. Michelle always had a weakness for jocks. Even though she had been married for five years, and her husband was no less lacking in physical looks, Michelle couldn’t help but get an erotic charge dealing with all of those hard bodied men.

Some days it was an agony for her to just look. It was Saturday afternoon when they had brought in Craig Thomson. He was the star halfback from the local university and had dislocated his knee in the season championship. One look at him as the doctors did their examination told her that this time she had to do more than look. (more…)

Peter awoke groggily from his afternoon nap and looked slowly around the hospital room. He had been there for several days now, while some routine tests were being performed. The inactivity and lack of diversion would have been onerous for most people to bear, but to a young man of Peter’s inclination, the hiatus was welcome, offering unlimited opportunity to indulge his private pleasures. Lying there in bed, he slid his hands down beneath the sheets until he found his penis snuggled between his legs and, sighing deeply, began to stroke it in a familiar caress. Thus he passed the days, alternating sessions of prolonged, languid masturbation with pleasant, restful naps.

After the embarrassing incident yesterday, he was being especially careful today to hide his actions under the covers. He had been lying with the sheets pulled down to his ankles and hospital gown up above his waist, stroking his naked penis with complete abandon. As he crossed the point of no return and felt the flood of climax approach, the door flew open and a nurse walked in, just in time to witness his eruption. Although she seemed to ignore his actions completely, he was mortified with embarrassment. Afterwards, he could tell that the word of the incident was circulating among the nursing staff, by the half-hidden smiles and sidelong looks of the nurses attending him. (more…)

Tom had been admitted to hospital for a complete rest after an illness, and he was fortunate that the little village hospital was quite a way out in the country. There was just one nurse on duty, and as the hospital was not too busy, three nurses shared the duties, but only two normally shared a 24 hour duty. Sometimes, a single nurse looked after patients, and slept over at the hospital, in one of the patients ward rooms.

There were only two nurses on duty when Tom was admitted, and after a few days, just Anne was at the hospital, as there were no other patients. Anne was sister in charge, and lived just a few miles from work, and she did not mind staying over night, especially when the patient was someone like Tom! Tom had been put into a very nice large room, overlooking the entrance driveway, and he could see all the comings and goings each day. He saw Anne arriving one morning, on the day that the other patient was going home. He noticed that she was wearing a gorgeous red mackintosh of a style that one would have associated with the old rubber mackintoshes in the early fifties. He wondered if it could possibly have a smooth rubber internal lining. He wondered how soon he could find out! Tom had always had a love of mackintoshes and rubber sheets, indeed, ever since he was a baby. Perhaps his nanny had regularly worn a rubber mac. She had certainly worn a rubberized apron, for he could actually remember it. The smell of it would ever be in his memory. It had been a brown red color, and used to crackle when she bent over him, or when she would pick him up to comfort him. He wondered if she had liked the material, for she would often keep on her apron while she was off duty. (more…)

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